You have to pay a little price for everything you do in this world, let alone forcibly improve your cultivation strength by a realm?

So the price he has to bear is naturally not light.

"I should be able to hold on for a while, but you can't hold on for even a while. ”

Li Xiu said.

The voice is still the same voice, but the tone has changed, but the difference is that his eyes are not indifferent, and his eyes are full of tenderness, like a spring breeze in full bloom in Meiling.

He took a step forward, his body shaking, still looking a little staggering.

Then he passed through the remaining six monks of the upper three levels, picked up the two heads, and re-entered the phalanx.

Zhibai asked him how long he could hold out.

He replied only for a moment, but they couldn't hold on for even a moment.

And it turned out to be true.

More and more people died, and one after another the corpses fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, and their faces full of unwillingness.

This is a snowy field, which is naturally very cold.

Blood flowed from his body and sprinkled on the snow, but in a matter of moments it was frozen and no longer flowed.

The smell of blood is also faint and almost unpleasant.

There was no enemy in the field, but his sword was wielding more and more slowly, and killing people changed from one sword to two swords and three swords.

was even forced to retreat a few steps by the remaining four monks of the upper three levels.

Li Xiude's realm is too low after all.

And his soul body is also limited by heaven and earth.

"It's over. ”

Zhibai looked at him from a distance and said lightly.

Li Xiu held the sword in his right hand, panting heavily, and the gray in his eyes turned out to be lighter.

He didn't speak, but threw the sword in his hand into the air, floating high above his head.

The blade of the sword swirled lightly, and then spun faster and faster.

There are more and more heavenly swords.

The long sword stopped, and there were nearly a hundred sword shadows hanging high in the sky at this moment, the sword body was raised, the tip of the sword was downward, and it pointed at the dozens of desolate people in front of him.

The muscles in Zhibai's body tightened, and at this moment he clearly felt the coming of death, and even his breathing stopped, as if the air was being deprived from his eyes.

The four monks of the upper three levels were even more in cold sweat on their foreheads, and their heartbeats suddenly stopped for a moment at this moment, and this sword seemed to be cut out of the Yellow Spring Netherworld, making it impossible to avoid.

If the sword is raised, it will kill, and if it falls, it will die.

Li Xiu's body has a gray glow blooming, gray may not be suitable to be described as brilliant, but this moment gives everyone the feeling that this is the case.

There is no sun in the snowfield, and this gray color is like a blooming flower.

Once the flower blooms, it will be buried in the world.

Fortunately, this flower is small, but it is enough to bury it right now.

Someone let out an exclamation, and his body retreated uncontrollably, even the four monks of the upper three levels were also trembling, and there was nowhere to hide under this sword flower.

Zhibai suppressed his breathing, but the cold of death swept through his body as if it came from his bones.

It was unimaginable that the person in front of him could use such a huge move.

Li Xiu's body was not straight, he was half-kneeling, his face was pale and could fall down at any time, if it weren't for the small flower on his finger that swirled with the wind, he might have fallen to the ground long ago.

Both the sword and the shadow of the sword exuded a gray aura and brilliance, swirling and falling in the air, like real flowers.

It's just that the plum blossoms fall with the wind and can't make a sound.

These sword shadows fell with the wind, but they brought with them corpses and blood.

This flower is huge, and these sword shadows are fast.

Crushing down is like a withering and decaying, and there is no room for resistance.

Not even a scream could be uttered before it was crushed to pieces.

The stump rose high and then fell to the ground, looking a little miserable against the white snow, and blood was sprinkled all over the snow like splashed ink.

It was like a living hell in front of me.

The clothes on Li Xiu's body were shattered, and his body was covered with many small wounds, which were the backlash of the sword array.

The gray in his eyes grew lighter and lighter.

Gradually, he sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

The four monks of the upper three levels leaned together, and the four long knives slashed forward, like a cry in a desperate situation, to cut a ray of light in this gray place.

It's just that such a thing as light is hard to say absolutely, and it is on Li Xiu's side at the moment.

The sword flower fell, only to pause for a moment before continuing to crush it.

The bodies of the four of them were shattered into several pieces in unison.

It's like cured meat cut in the cold winter of the lunar month.

A sword shadow is a person.

But the petals of that flower disappeared completely, and the sword shadow also disappeared completely, which meant that the dozens of desolate people in the field had all died cleanly.

The color of disgrace is gone.

All sword shadows are gone.

Only the long sword was left to fly forward, and in front of the sword stood a man.

It is Zhibai.

This was a very unsuccessful pursuit, because even if he was as wise as him, he still couldn't imagine that he would lead more than a hundred desolate warriors and a dozen monks of the upper three levels to pursue together.

He died cleanly, and his opponent was nothing more than a monk of promise.

If it spreads, it will definitely make outsiders laugh off their big teeth.

It will shock the spirit of the Tang State sergeant.

The sword flew head-on.

Stamens are naturally much more powerful than petals.

Therefore, the power of this sword is also the most powerful among this dark flower.

The monk of the upper three levels still died under the shadow of the sword.

In the face of the real sword body stamen, how can Zhibai resist?

The raccoon was in a daze, feeling that the scene in front of him looked really incredible, it was obviously a mortal situation, and the moment Li Xiu attracted the soul into his body, it was really a dead person.

Who would have thought that this soul who didn't know whose it was would be desperately killing the enemy instead of protecting itself and leaving.

So how much strength does he have to give up?

Unlike Xiong Fat, Red Sleeves doesn't understand the cattiness of these cultivation worlds.

She just felt that Li Gongzi was very strong, and the situation that was supposed to die seemed to be different.

Li Xiu sat on the ground paralyzed, his eyes open, a little laborious.

He was exhausted, and this sword was the last thing to look at.

Zhibai is not an ordinary person, he is a disciple of the high priest, and he is a junior disciple with great talent.

It is Mr. Six, who is admired by the desolate people.

So he was also curious about whether this sword could take that life.

It is a matter of life and death, and it will never be careless and procrastinating.

So the answer was soon revealed in front of his eyes, Zhibai's face was very pale, and there was still shock and disbelief in his eyes.

But there was no fear.

He took out a small square seal from his sleeve.

The high priest usually loves Danqing the most, likes painting the most, and his attainments are rare in the world, except for Su Shengwan in the academy gallery, no one in the world can compare with him in painting.

And this small seal is the seal he painted when he was young.

The small seal was held in his hand and thrown in front of him, and then it grew larger with the wind, revealing the word Congpu.

That's the signature on the seal.

Naturally, it's not Zhibai's name.

This is the name of the high priest.

The world only knows that he is the high priest of the desolate people, and that he carries all the desolate tribes by himself, but few people know his name.

From Pu.

Li Xiu's sword stabbed straight on the small seal.

There was a dinging sound.

Not a single trace was left.

That Fang Xiaoyin suddenly shrank back into Zhibai's sleeve, his face was like gold paper, and a black aura flashed in his eyes.

The wound on his body was split open again, and his mouth was covered with blood.

The sword fell to the ground as well.

Motionless.

There was a hint of despair in Redsleeves' eyes.

Li Xiu is going to die.

Bear didn't laugh out loud, because there was nothing to be happy about.

He admires Li Xiu very much, but he naturally doesn't need to hesitate to compare the importance of a junior with his own freedom.

It just felt that after Li Xiu died, he would kill the kid named Zhibai again, which could be regarded as revenge for him.

It can be regarded as making up for a touch of guilt in his heart.

Zhibai's injury was very serious, he opened his mouth to speak, but a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and he couldn't help but close his mouth tightly, quietly recuperating, and didn't dare to speak casually.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind in the sky.

Then a middle-aged man in a coarse linen robe swept from a distance, stepped on the wind and snow and landed in front of Zhibai.

The middle-aged man looked at the seriously injured Zhibai and the corpses all around, smacked his lips, and then touched his head.

The head was bright because it didn't have a single hair on it, and it was bald.

made his whole person look a little strong.

The smile was tinged with a hint of evil, and there was a murderous intent in those eyes, which was the taste that could only be honed after hundreds of rolls on the battlefield.

That's the real butcher executioner.

"Mr. Six. ”

The man nodded at Zhibai, swept the stumps and severed arms around him, then touched his iconic bald head again, and grinned, "It seems to be a character with a piercing hand." ”

He put his eyes on Li Xiu's body, looked at it for a long time, and then said, "I don't see any ability, that is, two arms and two legs." ”

He snorted twice, which sounded sarcastic, especially when the corpses were all over the place.

The man put a hand on Zhibai's shoulder, and a stream of heat passed through his palm.

Feeling the churning in his body being gradually suppressed, a flush flashed on Zhibai's face.

He nodded lightly at this person: "I'm tired of General Hu." ”

Mr. Four felt that something was wrong, so he asked his subordinates to chase after him, but he never thought that it would be the case. ”

The bald man grinned.

Zhibai didn't speak, and his gaze at Li Xiu was a little complicated.

The slaughter of the deserted village is not a trivial matter, and they naturally have to follow all the clues that appear.

Although Zhibai is evil, he is inexperienced, so Mr. Four followed behind to check it out.

Walking all the way along the footprints, I finally found the cliff and found the sea of Fusang flowers that had been crushed by the bear fat.

The trail disappeared on the cliff.

It seemed to be the place where Li Xiu first appeared.

The cliff is very wide, and there is no edge around it.

It's empty.

So how did he end up here?

Mr. Four looked up at the sky, then swiped lightly in the air, bringing up a series of spatial fluctuations, and then determined where Li Xiu came from.

So he felt that something was wrong, so he asked General Hu to follow him to avoid accidents.

Hu Er came very late, not in time.

But in a way, it's just right.

Because neither side has the strength to fight.

He was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

Not to mention that he himself is heavier and more powerful than a camel.

Red sleeves stood on top of the boulder, took a deep breath, with determination in her eyes, she didn't look in the direction of Xiaonanqiao, but just put her eyes on Li Xiu's back, if she dies today, she will die together, and she will take care of her if she goes down.

This is not martyrdom, and there is no affection between the two.

Red Sleeves just felt that Li Xiu didn't deserve to die.

If that kind of person would die here, then why would she still live?

She reached out and hugged the bear fat off her shoulder, and threw it hard under the boulder.

Earlier, she heard very clearly, this lucky raccoon should be able to save Li Gongzi, although she didn't understand it very well, but looking at the previous conversation, it should be like this, since this guy chose to see death and not save it, then throw it out.

Throw it far away, out of sight and out of mind.

The raccoon didn't fall, paused in the air and floated back to the boulder, not angry, just crouching in a corner and quietly watching the field.

"General Hu Er, let's do it. ”

"Mr. Six just call me Hu Er. ”

There are very few people who have read poetry and books among the desolate people, so they don't care if the name is elegant or whether it has connotation.

His name is Hu Er.

Although Xiu Wei has already set foot in the wilderness, he is a well-deserved mainstay, and he is the general Hu admired by many wastelands.

But he still likes others to call him Hu Er.

It's kind to listen to.

Zhibai didn't speak, and he still felt a little pity when it came to the end.

Hu Er touched his bald head, which was his signature move.

He looked at Li Xiu and showed a somewhat bloodthirsty smile, with cruelty.

The desolate people were hostile to the Tang people, and they had fun with the Tang captives in addition to killing them.

For example, Red Sleeves, if it weren't for the good singing, I'm afraid he would have died under the butcher's knife a long time ago.

The desolate man is good at using a knife.

The opening and closing are simple and atmospheric.

Overbearing.

Match their personality.

But there are also people who don't like weapons and always think that their fists are king.

For example, General Hu Er.

He stretched out his fist and slammed it his chest, making two muffled noises that shattered the snow on the ground.

Fragments of corpses on the snow lined up on both sides, revealing a straight path in front of Li Xiu.

Hu Er took a step forward.

Then stopped.

The two fists on his chest were lowered, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He touched his bald head, and his eyes became sharp for a moment.

There was a mist rising above those shoulders, a faint blood-red.

It looks like a great enemy.

Zhibai frowned and looked at him.

Hu Er's body was tense, his muscles were bulging, and he looked behind Li Xiu with a solemn face.

So Zhibai also looked over, and then sighed.

Li Xiu sat slumped on the ground, with Redsleeves and a raccoon behind him.

But Hu Er and Zhibai are naturally not looking at them.

It's a figure beneath the boulder.

It was a man, and if you looked closely, you could see a long trail trailing behind that person, a row of straight footprints, walking out of the small south bridge, and then coming here.

The man was tall, expressionless, dressed in gray, with a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead, and stopped under the boulder.

Look up.

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